a cosmic creation

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she wasn't quite mortal, wasn't quite monster. rather, she was a vessel for magic whose only purpose was to watch over the spherical rock in the sky.

she had pure white locks with strands of silver weaved in, twisting and looping and making it shine like the surface of the moon when it was kissed by sunlight.

her skin was a fair porcelain, soft as gossamer and unmarred by any blemishes, while her eyes were as blue as the rippling seas of earth, specks of gold occasionally shooting through like the suns and stars she enjoyed traipsing around.

she was a creation of stardust, formed by celestial beings that collided many years ago in an explosion that tore through the inky fabric of the universe.

her only companions were the stars that glistened and the moon that listened.


the girl on the moon

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